It is hard not to. He had been magnificent, once. Now there seemed to be less of him than...creature. She couldn't tell, by looking, if they were his actual legs or the prosthetics - but she wonders how much of him is even original anymore.

It is less judgment and more pity. Especially about the eyes. That is a nightmare she hopes never to face.

But, being a Nightsister, she doesn't question the nature of the changes. A curse, mystic creatures - a Nightsister, even one as damaged as her, knows these things to be real.

"Does it hurt?"